This is a song about "Irish people"

Cause i'm leaving people

This is the root of all evil

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

You irish cocky bitch you're on my-ish level but you rebel

The root of all evil

Theres 7 billion people,

The rest gets set in my blender to be fed to my irish setter

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

So many selfish people

And everything is purple

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory